years ago I used to go to these Welsh music sings...they were wonderful..there was a church in Seattle that I think was predominantly Welsh..might even have had services in Welsh...it was near Seattle Community College...had something to do with the funeral home right near by..Bonney???something...anyway, they could sure sing. And a troop of them would always come from Black Diamond. They were the old miners. Black Diamond Washington..Renton..Issaquah..all old mining towns...fires were still burning a few years ago in some of the mines..my brother told me there were places in Issaquah where you could just fall into old shafts etc...

anyway, I went to Black Diamond to the graveyard one day...there was a gravestone with five Italian names and one maybe Welsh??? Something else anyway...

Anyway, here is a song that came from that..

Black as a miner's face
black as a foreman's heart
black as the weather when we buried them together
cause we couldn't tell their bones apart
couldn't tell their bones apart

green the few dollars we earn
green the wet wood we must burn
on the banks of green river the miners' children shiver
and they know that it soon will be their turn
know that it soon will be their turn

white for a sliver of soap
white for our last ray of hope
white for the coffin that our town has seen so often
carried up that wet mosy slope
carried up that wet mossy slope

red for the sun we hear shines
red for the red danger signs
and the fires underground that will burn the year around
in the tunnels of the black diamond mines
tunnels of the black diamond mines

mg